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    “If you’re really that kind, then pay the divorce settlement I’m owed and transfer the shares you promised,” Christina snapped. She doubted Brendon showed up just to see if she was broke. If he actually gave a damn, she wouldn’t have been left to walk away with nothing.


    “Grandma already handed over the Dawson Mansion to you. What else do you want? You know how damn valuable that ce is,” Brendon said, his brow tightening with frustration. Mentioning his grandma transferring the mansion to Christina felt like a stab to his heart.


    “All right, for Bethel’s sake and the mansion’s, I won’t mention the divorce money. But what about the shares you still owe me?” Christina asked, her face unreadable.


    “Why the hell do you keep bringing this up? The Dawson Group is thriving right now, and suddenly you show up to im that five percent of shares. That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”


    Brendon shifted ufortably. Deep down, he believed Christina was after his money all along. She was still fixated on that five percent of the Dawson Group.


    “Brendon, don’t twist things. You lost that bet fair and square. You owe me those shares. This isn’t about greed—it’s about what’s right,” Christina snapped, her voice icy. When Brendon gave Ynda five percent of the Dawson Group, he hadn’t hesitated for a second. No drama, no fuss. He just handed it over like she meant the world to him. And maybe she did.


    “If you’ve got even a shred of integrity left, quit stalling and make good on your word. Do that, and I might still see you as someone worth respecting,” Christina added sharply.


    “I’ll hand over the five percent—and throw in a luxury apartment, too. But in return, I need you to give me that Kinos treatment slot,” Brendon said, locking eyes with her, dead serious.


    Christina caught the flicker of urgency in his eyes. In that moment, everything clicked. So this was what he’d been angling for the whole time.


    “Ynda’s supposedly sick again, huh?” Christina let out a gloatingugh.


    “How can youugh at that? You enjoy watching her suffer or something?” Brendon fired back, his voice rising.


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    “I’llugh if I damn well feel like it. Her misery’s not my problem,” Christina said, meeting his re with one of her own.


    “Ynda’s running out of time. I don’t have the patience for games. If you’re in, I’ll make the transfer—shares, apartment, everything. Right now,” Brendon said, trying to stayposed.


    Christina almostughed at the absurdity of it all. He bent over backward for Ynda—always had. He gave Ynda everything without question. And yet she was the one who’d bled herself dry for him, doing all the heavy lifting, while Ynda just swooped in and collected the prize.


    Brendon had always yed by two sets of rules—one for Ynda, another for her. The one who gave the most always ended up with the short end of the stick. In his eyes, her role was to sacrifice, to step aside. But damn it, why should she?


    Christina was done losing. No more sacrifices, no more bending. She was going to take back everything Brendon had ever taken from her—piece by piece. No matter how high he climbed, she was ready to tear down the ground beneath him and watch him fall t on his face.<fnda5d> Readplete version only at Find_Novel(.</fnda5d>


    “Forget about it, Brendon! I’d rather use this opportunity to help a stray mutt off the street than hand it over to you,” Christina said, her voice firm and unapologetic.


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